#swatch rot?

[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

Machine washed all my recent swatches. I should've taken a before photo for all of them but I forgor. Most of these have noticeable wrinkling which if I were more patient I would've controlled against. But at the end of the day if I'm going to make either a blanket or a sweater out of an machine dry-able yarn, I'm going to throw it in the dryer and live with whatever comes out.

Since I intend for this to be a master post for these swatches for me to refer back to, I'll update in a couple days with any that noticeably change gauge/get less wrinkled with relaxation. (Which I do expect, the "washed gauge" listed below should be taken with a grain of salt)

Willow Yarns Daily DK in Coffee (left), Willow Yarns Daily Worsted in Pomegranate (right)

Daily Dk swatch; 36 Stitches wide, US 6 (4.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 24 stitches by 33 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 24 stitches by 36 rows (per 4 inches)

Daily Worsted swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 7 (4.5mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 22 stitches by 29 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 22 stitches by 31 rows (per 4 inches)

Notes: These two value wools held up as expected to the washer/dryer. That is, not as well as Wool of the Andes Superwash (WotAS), but not Terribly. Putting WotAS through a cleaning cycle resulted in very little change in how the final product looked, there's a little pilling but the actual stitches are very clearly defined. With the Willow line, it's like the actual yarn is superwash (I'm able to unply the tails on these swatches fairly easily) but there's a halo around the yarn that is non superwash and thus felting. It doesn't seem to effect the actual fabric much, but it does make these swatches look more "aged" in comparison to the socks I knit out of WotAS even tho these swatches have only had one washer cycle and the socks have had multiple + wear. It's very possible that with a wool cycle washer/dryer, the surface felting would be less pronounced.

Premier Basix in Mahogany, Herrschners Supreme Worsted in Carmine

Premier Basix swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 8 (5.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 18 stitches by 26 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 18 stitches by 27 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; The name does not lie, basic as hell value acrylic. Didn't get incredibly softer in the wash and feels very "sturdy" for value acrylic. Good stitch definition tho.

Herrschners Supreme Worsted swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 8 (5.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 20 stitches by 26 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 20 stitches by 26 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; Possibly the most accurate Caron Simply Soft dupe I've ever seen. If I didn't hate that yarn I would be more impressed. Good drape for a worsted acrylic and impressive stitch definition.

Herrschners 2-ply Classic Afghan in Almond, Herrschners Baby Wonder in Sandbox

Herrschners 2-ply Classic Afghan swatch; 40 Stitches wide, US 4 (3.5mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 26 stitches by 33 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 26 stitches by 36 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; This yarn is worse than the Herrschners Afghan yarn in practically every way. It was less pleasant to knit (had a plastic feel), less soft overall, and the scarring from wrinkles is far more pronounced. I would be less negative about this yarn if I didn't buy the superior version in the same lot but it is what it is.

Herrschners Baby Wonder swatch; 36 Stitches wide, US 6 (4.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 23 stitches by 30 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 23 stitches by 31 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; The tension change from stockinette to garter really fucked this swatch up, it's rolling up noticeably more than the other swatches. Other than that, this yarn is pretty uneventful? It's not particularly soft nor particularly not soft. It's not something I want to rub my face on but I could wear a garment made from it without issue. The wool blend plays well with the acrylic in this yarn and the stitch definition is nice at this gauge.

Lion Brand Pound of Love in Straw, Herrschners Worsted 8 in Espresso

Lion Brand Pound of Love swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 8 (5.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 20 stitches by 26 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 20 stitches by 29 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; I do not like this yarn but I got it for extremely cheap so I decided to throw it into this swatch mix and it's still the same. Has a rough plasticy texture in comparison to the other value acrylics I tested here. My biggest problem with it continues to be how inconsistent the texture is within the same ball of yarn, in this single ball I've used it's gone from relatively soft to relatively rough and back.

Herrschners Worsted 8 swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 7 (4.5mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 20 stitches by 26 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 20 stitches by 28 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; I expected to utterly hate this yarn but I'm pleasantly surprised by it. The texture is Odd? I've not used a yarn that felt like this one for a very long time, it feels rather unenjoyable in the ball but knits up wayyy softer. I should've bought a lighter colour for this swatch since it's hard to tell the stitches from each other. I'll definitely consider using this yarn over my beloved Big Twist Value for blankets in the future.

Herrschners Afghan in Bing Cherry, Held Single (left) and Held Double (right)

Held Single swatch; 40 Stitches wide, US 4 (3.5mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 27 stitches by 35 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 27 stitches by 36 rows (per 4 inches)

Held Double swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 8 (5.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 20 stitches by 28 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 20 stitches by 29 rows (per 4 inches)

Notes: The real winner of this whole swatching is Herrschners Afghan held single. There's nothing wrong with it held double really (other than the terrible wrinkle but alas that's my fault) but held single, this yarn has incredible drape, softness, and stitch definition. For a really long time I've really wanted to knit a thin v neck sweater to replace one I had a good decade ago, but I've not found a yarn that would be worth the cost (both currency and labor) to justify knitting a sweater in my size at such small gauge. But This yarn absolutely hits that mark. A few negatives; Mild sheen (personal dislike, tho it's not terrible in this yarn). Had the most knots of any of the yarns I tested (I believe there was 3 total, 2 in one ball, 1 in the other). Center pulling this yarn was NOT fun, had major yarn barf that really wanted to tangle in on itself for one of the balls and the yarn is so light and airy it was hard to untangle.

Herrschners Aran in Heather, Premier Anti Pilling Everyday in Walnut

Herrschners Aran swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 7 (4.5mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 20 stitches by 28 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; 20 stitches by 28 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; Terrible. yarn. The nicest thing I can say about it is that I like the colour and that it holds it's shape well. It feels like the world's scratchiest wool but clearly made out of plastic and broken dreams. I've never had an acrylic yarn make my hands itch before. The only thing I could realistically see using this yarn for is something like baskets/yarn bowls.

Premier Anti Pilling Everyday swatch; 30 Stitches wide, US 8 (5.0mm) needles Unwashed Gauge; 19 stitches by 25 rows (per 4 inches) Washed Gauge; stitches by 27 rows (per 4 inches) Notes; The other yarn that reminded me of Caron Simply Soft but not nearly as impressive as the Herrschners Supreme Worsted. It does feel more sturdy than the Supreme Worsted but is maybe half as soft with a much worse drape. The only way I would buy this yarn again is if it was dirt cheap, otherwise it doesn't bring anything to the table that other yarns don't but better (other than maybe being anti pilling, tho I've never had a real issue with pilling from my value acrylics).

[swatchdaily]

#9

[cheelad]

i shifted!

to an alternate version of my original reality

it was so easy. i pinky promise. soul to soul.

?!1??1??????

and wacky shit happened all day yesterday, but a good wacky you know. wacky that makes the tightly knotted fibres of your soul a little looser. wacky that makes you want to jump off the empire state building in a ‘i can fly’ type-of-way. wacky that wraps your stretched smile around your entire human super-computer. wacky that i ate two whopping bowls of back-arching maggi, no regrets.

4 years!!!!!

in my head, i thought i would be spinning and leaping with effervescent joy, and having a colossal eureka & most bodacious god complex moment of my life. only a mere twenty percent of this i’m afraid.

mind you, the day before i spiraled like no other! relapsed after a whole year, or maybe even bit longer than that. so it’s okay. calm down. it never was that serious, i swear.

cool cool cool

imagine all this on a piece of parchment, draped on your fridge with your favorite magnet. that’s what i want it to be. look at it and remind yourself it’s all you! always has been always will be okay.

tata bye bye

[byjove]

Dudes get so mad when their ex wife keeps the house in the divorce. Like, I’m sorry. I’m sure you would have preferred living alone in a $350k house with a mortgage on your $50k salary. You know damn well you aren’t going to have primary custody of the kids or even pick them up for your scheduled weekends. You can’t wash your own ass much less clean and maintain a 40 year old 3 bedroom house on your own. Slink into your bachelor dungeon and stop whining. I hate this bullshit. It’s always the dudes who did nothing for the house in terms of decorating and renovating and upkeep who bitch about not getting it. “We built this house together 🥺.” She picked out all the paint swatches, countertops, furniture and appliances and you had a bitchfit when she made you help her replace a door.

My dad kept my childhood home in the divorce and you know what he did with it? NOTHINGGGGGG. The shutters have all rotted off the walls. The ceiling in the basement collapsed. He just replaced the 50 year old antique wool carpet with LAMINATE FLOORING because his stepkids finally destroyed it. 

[whyhellosims]

WHS-GhostlyArms

Happy Simblreen, my friends! Tonight's treat is just as you see it, two ghostly, glowing arms reaching from the ether!

Info and links beneath the cut:

There are two base game compatible packages, a right and a left hand. Each have the exact same swatches, so you can mix and match. There are three frame options: Black, gold, and silver. There are four different arm options: A glowing pale gray, a lavaform, a space theme, and a rotting/zombie one. Each arm has a variation of plain and bloody/gooey, so you can choose your level of ew. Yes, these do glow, but they are not lamps (sorry, I tried, it's above my pay grade). You can't size them up, sorry, but they are scaled to be the size of an actual sim's hand, so unless you're into ghostly titans, you shouldn't need to scale them up. You can find them under wall decorations, but if you're stumped, just search WHS and they should pop up!

More in-game shots:

TOU: No pay sites ever. This item is free always, no conditions, no a*fly links. If you use it and you want to credit me, I’d love to see your sims, so just tag me. 

If you like my work, please consider a reblog to spread the word? Got requests? Need specific recolors? Find a problem? Please feel free to send me an ask or a DM! I promise I don’t bite and I’m still learning, so I’m happy to help!

Thank you to:

@simblreenofficial

@mospookers

@mmfinds

@alwaysfreecc

Moar WHS CC

Here we goes!

Left Arm �� SFS Link / Google Drive

Right Arm ➡ SFS Link / Google Drive

[notyourjaem]

— pov: yeonjun is your boyfriend 𖤐

pairing: boyfriend!yeonjun x you!

genre: all fluff

warnings: none (except maybe delusion)

authors note: I had a bad case of yeonjun delusion/brain rot this morning so I sped wrote these thoughts and tried my best not to ramble :) enjoy babes.

see beomgyu’s version here!

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boyfriend!yeonjun who always brings a spare pair of headphones whenever you both go on a trip, just in case you forget yours.

boyfriend!yeonjun who knows what kind of ramen is your most favorite and knows exactly how to make it the way you like it. with all the toppings. <3

boyfriend!yeonjun who loves to take pictures of you. he’s the definition of “instagram boyfriend” the way he captures all of your angles and takes multiple shots so that you can choose what one to post. you always return the favor.

boyfriend!yeonjun loves when you borrow his clothes without him knowing about it, then sees you post on Instagram with it on. might ask for outfit credits though.

boyfriend!yeonjun who loves to watch you paint your nails and will sometimes ask to pick the color out. sometimes will even ask for you to paint his as well to match.

boyfriend!yeonjun always makes sure you’ve eaten, and had something to drink. if you say no, he’s buying you something right away.

boyfriend!yeonjun who finds the comfiest place to lay his head to be your lap. whether you’re hanging out with his members as a group, or the both of you are watching a movie or something; his head is in your lap. He also loves when you play with his hair and comb your fingers through it; he’ll even sometimes fall asleep like this.

boyfriend!yeonjun loves to help you cook. even when you tell him you don’t need or want any help, he finds it funny when you eventually cave In and ask for his help when you can’t do too many things at once.

boyfriend!yeonjun who loves to go makeup shopping with you. he lets you swatch things on him and sometimes wants you to test longevity of products by kissing him. but how can you say no?

boyfriend!yeonjun who kisses you all over your face and squeezes you so so tight when he is proud of your accomplishments. I can imagine him being like this when you graduate from college and everyone’s trying to take pics and he’s just all over you in the most loving way <3

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[simsantoinc]

Pool Edge and Floor Recolors

The reupload of @shastakiss ' simlrbirthay pool party reminded me that I had recoloring Rosebine's pool edges and floors to match them rotting on my project list. There's 6 recolors of the edges and floors to match the slide recolors and shasta's purple one. I also edited the edge files to disable the outdoor shadows.

Meshes are included. All files are compressed with included swatch and preview. Swatch

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[aescola]

✦　ノ　CANDY FM　― 　✸﹔psd for @mikneuteto's 100 followers event 　✸﹔prompt: make a gift for a friend or edit a character you think is mischaracterized 　✸﹔adjustments okay! likes and reblogs appreciated, credit preferred but not required. 　✸﹔may not be suitable for dark/midtone skin, possible eyestrain 　✸﹔notes: hey new psd layout for today only that's nice... been fucking around with all of my stuff so why not experiment with this too (probably just gonna keep the old one though i still like it a lot)!! anyway 1. i finally got motivation to make/post another psd (i have a shit ton rotting in my folders) and 2. this is for deceit duo oomf who i don't think has tumblr but WHATEVER this is us idc. swatches under cut in case ur curious

[journeyman-tier-fibercraft]

Cardigan S (Pattern | Yarn | Thread)

I have officially cast on for this cardigan! Sleeve #1 (aka Swatch #3). The OG swatch I used size US 8 needles for both the pattern and the ribbing which is exactly what the pattern states but honestly I think my ribbing looks like dogwater. For Sleeve #1 I swapped to a US 6 for the ribbing and then on the increase row swapped back to US 8. The pattern also has you go directly from ribbing into pattern rows but I'm inserting a wrong side stockinette row for that increase/needle size up and we'll see how it looks.

My pocket swatch/Swatch #2/the one mostly covered up by my hand gave both good and bad news. In good news, 26 stitches is wide enough both for my hand and more importantly my cellphone. In bad news, it wants the pockets to only be five inches tall, and that is NOT enough for either my hand or my cellphone. Easy fix esp considering I plan on completely ignoring every single direction on how to make the pockets Except for the actual stitch count. More on that once I get the Second (and hopefully last) yarn I ordered for pockets.

I didn't realize but because of this shiny thread I'm going to have to knit both sleeves and the two front pieces one at a time.... Taking lots of notes for how many rows I do things in to hopefully match them well enough.

[sleepy-space-bah]

Can we get a univers meal of the crane wives songtives?

Add any add-ons you want. They can be any songs by the crane wives but, we'd like the song Hollow moon to be included. We also have a masculine pref :)

re-request incase cleared. If not please ignore <33

doing this a bit different then requested as we can't handle doing such large subsystems anymore, hope this turns out okay! <3

Names ★ Moonlight , Hallow , Lunar , Whisper , Sophie , Whimsy

Pronouns ★ She/Her , Star/Stars , Cloud/Clouds , Sigil/Sigils

Age ★ Ageless

Source ★ Songtive - Hollow Moon

Roles ★ Sleep Soother , Caregiver

Genders ★ Night Child , Woman

Sexuality ★ Unlabeled

Sign-Off ★ -🌃🕛, -🌃, -🕛

Names ★ Curse , Rot , Cade , Cody , Dove , Fern , Furr , Swatch

Pronouns ★ They/Them , He/Him , Goat/Goats , Ram/Rams , Ashe/Ashes

Age ★ Ageless , little/middle

Source ★ Songtive - Curses

Roles ★ Little/Middle , Naturalist

Genders ★ Enby , Daystuffic

Sexuality ★ Unlabeled

Sign-Off ★ -🌿🌙, -🌿, -🌙

Names ★ Crane , Ophelia , Odysseus , Daisy , Weed

Pronouns ★ They/Them , She/Her , Leaf/Leafs , Bark/Barks , Spruce/Spruce , Birch/Birchs

Age ★ 19

Source ★ Songtive - The moon will sing

Roles ★ Naturalist , Subsystem host

Genders ★ Forestripped , Demigender , Girl

Sexuality ★ Saphic

Sign-Off ★ -🍃🌼, -🍃, -🌼

[lightnersdream-archive]

i got no drawing done today bc i was busy and no I'm tired everytging is so unfair

[comatosebunny09]

deep-fried | u. tengen

summary: he’s spoken to you in passing. friendly greetings and excuse me’s when he bumped into you at the grocery store. he can’t deny entertaining the thought of how soft your hips must feel. how cute you must sound, tongue curling around his name. genre: modern au, romance cw: mentions of alcohol, language, black female reader, suggestive themes, stream of consciousness, incomplete

Darkness swaddles him as the wind howls beyond the confines of his truck.

It’s quiet inside, save for the lazy purr of his Ram and the melancholy music spilling from his speaker. His grip on the steering wheel is lax as he creeps through his drowsy neighborhood, headlights shining off windows shut tight. 

The clock on his display reads 10:37. Another night spent rotting away in his office. He rolls out the kinks in his neck. Exhaustion leaks down his shoulders, curling around his bones and puddling at his feet.

The day wasn’t kind to him. He spent it in and out of meetings. Deals fell through. Clients were no-shows. He had to lay off a few of his strongest employees at the urging of his superiors to compensate for the company's financial imbalance.

All he wants now is a stiff one and the chilly clutch of his bed. Just wants to throw this week in the backseat along with his briefcase. Maybe he’ll scrounge up some three-day-old stir fry from his fridge before he hits the sheets.

But then it’s there, burning in his peripheral when he rounds the corner: orange and blue flames dancing in the wintry gale. Golden swatches of light bounce off your features, highlighting the smile rounding your lips. 

“What the...fuck?” Tengen rasps. He rolls the window down halfway and turns his music to a dull murmur. Slows to a stop, brakes squealing. He props his arm on the steering wheel. Your chuckle follows. Warm milk and honey to his ears. He finds your smile infectious, his own canting his lips.

“Howdy, neighbor!” Your voice is husky. Flirtatious even. You sit on your cozy outdoor sectional with a bottle gleaming in your fingers, raised to him in greeting. The breeze carries the oaky scent from your fire pit, reminding him of log cabins and days spent amid the snow.

“What’s this all about?” he asks, chin nestled in his palm. Surprised by how easy it is to skip formalities with you like he’s talking to an old friend. He’s not enamored. There’s no way. 

He’s spoken to you in passing. Friendly greetings and excuse me’s when he bumped into you at the grocery store. Simple conversations after running into each other at the gym. He can’t deny entertaining the thought of how soft your body must feel, though. How cute you must sound, tongue curling around his name in that Southern twang.

You stand, thighs thick even beneath the slouched fleece of your sweats. Throw your arms up, your sweater flashing a slither of smooth, dusky skin. His mouth waters. It takes all of him not to bite his lip.

“Shoooot! I made it through another week!” Your grin is lopsided as you rock to the mellow tunes flowing from your speaker. He falls deeper into your web, chuckling. He’s envious of your carefree nature. Wishes he could bottle it up for use on a rainy day. “Care to join me?”

The offer is tempting. Sure, Tengen planned to drink himself into a stupor. But your body language beckons him, and your finger curls in a come hither gesture while you dance like a tipsy fool. 

Fuck it. He could use a little respite.

His reply comes as easy as breathing in and out. “Gimme a sec to get out of this monkey suit, and I’ll see how I feel afterward.”

You giggle. Do an accomplished jig around the fire. Tengen can’t help but laugh as he slides off. You’re adorable in your own right. 

Excitement wriggles into his fingers as he slides into his driveway. Soon after, he slips into his house, toeing his loafers off by the door. Shimmies out of his coat, making a beeline for the shower, blood pulsing in his ears.

He carries the aroma of rosewood and smoke with him when he sidles up to your patio 30 minutes later. 

Tries to play it cool, hands shoved in his pockets, though his chest is afire. Pretty thing like you hankering for his company. He should be so lucky.

“Drink?” you offer, your tone heavy with inebriation.

Corona. He’s not the biggest fan. Prefers the sting of something sour, but he accepts it on his way down onto the cushion beside you, anyway. Tengen sits back in an easy slouch, draping his arm across the headrest. His rings clack against the glass as he brings the bottle to his lips, condensation dripping onto his turtleneck.

For a while, nothing but the sounds associated with nighttime fill the space between you. The fire pops and fizzes. Crickets chitter in the distance. Trees shiver in the breeze. A dog or two barks somewhere far off. Tengen falls prey to the inner workings of his mind before rustling fabric brings him back to the present.

“What's wrong, suga?”

His gaze drifts to you, angled towards him. Your vibe is maternal despite the distilled wheat wafting off your breath. Must be that Southern hospitality everyone talks about. He sighs with a drop of his shoulders, taking another swig. “Just another day at the office.”

“Wanna talk about it?” You lean closer. Fill his nose with the fragrance of cracked vanilla beans, heat rolling off you in waves. He finds himself disarmed around you. Nerves flare when your tiny fingers brand his quad, scorching him to the bone.

“Not really,” Tengen husks, lost in the idle stir of your eyes. He feels like he could tell you everything. But for now, he’s content with soaking up your presence. Hasn’t had a lady friend for some time now, having fully embraced bachelorhood.

“That’s alright.” Give his thigh a squeeze, irises twinkling with something indiscernible. The shadows cast by the fire shroud your intentions. “Just know that whatever storm you’re weatherin’ is temporary. ‘sides, it’s the weekend! It’s time to turn up!”

He chortles at how quickly the mood shifts. At your goofy little dance, taking another sip of his beer. His hand engulfs yours atop his thigh, entranced by the smoothness of it. He could get used to this. Get used to you.

The air feels lighter now. It’s easy to slide into meaningful conversation, throwing back a few more beers as the night eases into the wee hours of the morning.

At some point, he finds himself nestled in the plushness of your sofa inside.

The lights are turned off, the only illumination coming from the silvery moon peeking through your blinds. Sultry jazz tinges the air, chorusing with soft giggles and husky praise. A sheen of desire hangs overhead, intermingled with the smell of firewood clinging to your clothes.   

Your thighs are tender in his hands. Doughy like he knew they would be, framing his hips. Your fingers make an unhurried excursion to the hair at his nape as your lips brand his carotid. His responding chuckle is breathless, disbelieving. Vibrates your chest, your breasts warm against the hard press of his torso.

He's grinning like a fool, lids heavy. Can't help mulling over what brought you to this point as his hands engulf the dips of your hips. Sucks his lip between his teeth, his voice a low gravel as you bear down on the apex of his thighs.

[poisoned-pearls]

vomiting out the brain mush rotting in my brain for days before i eep

azul has moles on his neck, his wrist, his upper arm n below his collarbone (two of them are ones i have, the other two are for funsies). he grew used to them overtime though he isn't particularly fond of them. jamil makes him feel better about them by constantly kissing those very spots silly, leaving a blushy blue mess that is azul every time.

after noticing that jamil has very faint freckles on his face, azul does the same thing jamil does w his moles. (though jamil is actually alright w his freckles, he still appreciates the kisses)

also, i hc azul as filipino (because i am) n his favorite terms of endearment are 'mahal' (love/expensive, the meaning depends on where you use it) & 'liyag' (darling)

ABSBWNSBSHSBSH YESSSSS. I LOVE the idea of Jamil turning Azul’s general suave back onto HIM and Azul having NO CLUE how to process it. Jamil gentlest grabbing his face and parts of his body to kiss his moles? Man is GONE. He does NOT know what to do. And blue blush Azul. Man is a mess. Jamil loves to tease him abt the blue (*holds up paint swatch* “this is the shade you turn when I kiss you” “SHUT UP-“)

and ahajshsnhsnsbsnshs freckled Jamil!! Ah that’d be so fun. Azul notices them one day and he LOCKS IN on them. Dude is obsessed. He can map them out. It’s been tested ace handed him paper he drew out all of them and later ace compared them at basketball practice and went “what the fuckkkkk” bc he’s correct.

also Nabsbsbahs I love Filipino Azul! The Azul I use most often is Japanese (like when referring to Nami, etc-) but AUGH those terms of endearment are SO correct. Man would absolutely call Jamil expensive (AS IN HES WORTH A LOT NOT THAT HE COSTS Azul A LOT-) and AUGH. Azul is a classic little man. He likes his little romance tropes so any form of darling is correct

[fchsadfa]

Things I should be doing:

Starting the knitting for my new niece so it's done by the baptism

Working on the project for the guild challenge

Myriad things that are not fibre arts

Things I am doing:

Succumbing to Lace Rot and doing test swatches to make the green leafy shawl that I dream of

[bumblerhizal-art]

WIP Wednesday

I actually remembered this week! Tagged by @shivunin and tagging you back as well as @heniareth @scarletkilometers and @dungeons-and-dragon-age

I've been having trouble doing much actual writing lately (mostly due to my own organization this time 😅), but i do have this older (extremely drafty) segment from my Ostagar fic of Novhen pursuing the ancient treaties while Alistair separately gathers darkspawn blood with the new recruits

🌲🌲🏹🌲🌲🌲🌲

Novhen found the outpost deep in the Wilds, the ruins of a small motte and bailey fortification. Getting past the outer bailey had proven no issue. There was barely an imprint in the ground left of it. Looking up at the keep, Novhen was sure that the inner fort too had seen better days. Old Tevinter arches had been toppled and trampled, and even with platform it'd been placed on, the half-destroyed tower itself seemed tiny. It would have been completely dwarfed next to Fort Drakon. It was hard to tell from as far back as he was, but Novhen wasn't even sure it'd be the tallest building in the alienage. He couldn't help but be disappointed.

Movement drew his eyes to the keep's weathered gates near the top of the mound. A small group of darkspawn ambled in the frozen yellow mud. It would be one against six. Darkspawn could be pretty sturdy, able to take more hits than a shem guard at least, and he would only get one attack before they'd know where he was.

He took in his surroundings from his hiding place among the dead grasses and naked shrubs while the snow settled on his shoulders, disguising him. There were more trees higher on the mounds with winding and grasping roots that stretched over the frozen ground. Those roots were as much a tripping hazard to him as they were to the spawn. He would trap himself if he tried to climb, and unless they all decided to vacation to the opposite side of the motte, there was no getting closer without drawing their attention.

Eyes were on him.

Hand already slinking toward his quiver, he glanced up towards the source. In the boughs of the trees, camouflaged amongst their dark branches, perched a raven. A shiver ran down his spine as it made direct eye contact. Something about that stare was too intelligent for his liking. The bird cocked its head to the side. He put it out of his mind and brought his eyes back to the threat. A clever bird was the least of his problems, and he would not throw away an arrow and his location on it.

A damp breeze blew past. Despite the cold, it carried the fetid scent of the darkspawn and rot straight to him. His face scrunched against his will. The wind died down, and as Novhen longed for the smell to fade from his nose, he inspected the direction of the foul wind. There was a faint bubbling in one of the pools of dark and just barely unfrozen water. Swamp gas— something which his briefing for the Wilds had been very explicit in warning against lighting fires near.

Novhen's fingers trailed to a pouch on the side of the quiver and slipped out a vial of darkened glass and a swatch of coarse fabric. Slowly and in absolute silence, he unfolded the cloth on his knee. From the vial, he poured onto it a small pile of black powder and returned it to its place in his pouch. He grabbed the ends of the cloth and rolled it secure. Then, he selected an arrow from his quiver. It was no standard arrow he reached for. Its long iron head opened and twisted in the middle like a cage before rejoining at a point. He set it on his knee as well and mashed the cloth into the cage. His hand returned to the black powder's pouch and retrieved a second vial. He uncorked it and dribbled its oil over his cloth. For only a single strike, it would be as powerful as any mage.

He couldn't get a straight shot from where he currently hid. He'd have to risk moving. He returned the second vial to his quiver pouch, set his arrow against his bow, and stalked through the undergrowth.

Though the squelching muck was far less subtle than the packed dirt and wooden planks of the city, he took great care to use the long roots as a cushion and made no noise that the darkspawn could hear above the clanging of their own armor. A genlock stumbled nearer the bubbles. A long gambeson was worn under its plate armor. He could easily shoot it from here. The odor still in his nose, he set the bow and arrow against his knee and slipped out of another pocket his tinder fungus, flint, and steel.

His gaze flickered back to the darkspawn. He had not yet been detected. Without removing his gaze, he struck the flint with his steel. Unavoidably, the scraping sound of the flint and steel was louder than he would like. The genlock stopped and swung its head around, listening. Novhen stayed still. Further motion would only draw its eyes quicker.

After a three second eternity, the darkspawn turned its attention away. Never letting his target out of view, he hit the steel against the flint again and again as quickly as he could. A spark lit on the bit of fungus. He quickly crammed it into the cage. Small flames spread across the cloth, licking the bars of their cage. He drew the bow back. The genlock's eyes snapped onto him. Before it could react, a flaming arrow impaled itself through its gambeson into its thigh. It stumbled backwards towards the bubbles. Not a second later, it exploded.

He did not have time to put back his flint and steel. His arm instinctively covered his face from the blast. He threw himself the rest of the way to the ground behind a tree. A wave of indescribable heat roared above him.

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Retro Rest and Sweet Sleeper. Beds to rot in. <3 I wanted a more cottage core-esque little bed set, and I am always always wanting more vintage beds, so here we are. Retro Rest has some fabric swatches from the 20s-70s, Sweet Sleeper is lots of cute florals and animals and sweet things. More below!

Poor quality gif to show you most of the swatches. Retro Rest: DL SFS, Horse Ranch Required Sweet Sleeper: DL SFS, Discover University Required Enjoy <3